Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch your own steps!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.